No Moe

[Intro: Gangsta Blac, Cool Bee]
Don't you think I'm bout tired now?
Tired of playing motherfuckin games with you?
Can't take no motherfuckin more, nigga
Niggas ain't takin no more, foo
Ain't no motherfuckin Ana, ain't no motherfuckin hatin in my blood
I'm keepin it real and I can't take no more of this motherfuckin bullshit
I got my brother with me, Lil Fly with me
[?] with me (Ha)
[?]

[Verse 1: Gangsta Blac]
No privilege [?] cap
We killing them on a come up
[?] fighting [?] thinking it's them in the cut
No more of my time to waste, no more prejudging my face
Ain't nothing but a mug on Big Chuck, hoping my scope ain't erased
They hate it, maybe replace, or make it better someday
Cause we can't hack what they scratching, to build a cross in our face
You had your chance to be real, instead you mapped out your death
No more of me then nobody, cause we can do it ourselves
Cause if I ask, they gon' lie, or try to camouflage me
Like I ain't seeing shit clear, let's clear this shit, go CB
No more of faking devotion, one soldier's throwing it out
My congregation is cordoned of being real, no doubt
I'm the provider for them, can't be around and not down
Even when sleeping, I'm thinking another way for me now
To go and get it for us, ain't even got it no more
What's in store? Me and my loan, and make it known there's no more, nigga

[Interlude: Cool Bee]
I ain't taking no more nigga, I can't take no more of this motherfucking shit
I got my motherfucking brother with me, he ain't taking no more, nigga
Real niggas don't make it man, they bustin' free, fool
[?] bitches and bullies, grab your motherfucking bus and hop up
We ain't holding down no more, man
This is no motherfucking prison, man, this is motherfucking real stuff
No more, nigga

[Verse 2: Gangsta Blac]
No more of stressing me out, no more of this and the other
No more of upside down smile to cover you suckers
No more of smoking your weed, no more showing it for that
Instead, I'm grilling you villains like big old [?]
No more of tucking my pride, never again hold it in
I plug and bust before I dump, shit gon' get stuck to the bin
No more of thanking my talents, gon' be a shit for a meal
Cause if it [?], my [?] came up, gon' do it for real
No more of dealing with hoes, I'd rather have me a bitch
Cause she ain't shit from the start, just keep up straight with the dick
No more [?] hammer, crashing that shit round the door
Too used to getting what I want, so I'm gon' keep this shit blunt
No more of laying the rug for you to walk over mud
No disrespecting me [?] ain't where you [?]
Keep it away from me, please, no suckers stopping these geeks
And we ain't taking no more, so Fly and tell them the deets

[Verse 3: Cool Bee]
I just can't take no more, overboard, I'm about to go
Fucking track and drag you under the table like I did before
Seven out of ninety-eight, Playa fly, gon' hit you straight with something you don't want
I'm full of bucks, so you ain't got a way to trade
Like a fly that comes, I'm mobbing over broken hearts
Moving on my Minnie Minnie Mae Mafia to hit the charts
How you gonna stop us now with all this funky town we bound
SPV, I'm bound until I die this play up, please I doubt
First to A and 4 and 1, who's the one be wanting some?
Knock us off a stick, but get you straight when only body numb
Drag her back to God, but then you start producing orally
I roll my window tightly before it really start annoying me
As much as I'm enjoying this and all the weak BS
You spit my wonders out in a row, so you know it's been out over with
So hit the horn, keep going, man, black and flint, I am the man
No more being [?] so smash the powder like the wonders man, nigga